My son’s summer vacation cabin fever attack this year was slightly more severe than usual, and definitely more severe than we were counting on.
It has presented us with a fish pond (though, luckily, a small one) in our back yard. That kept him occupied for a few days, including catastrophes such as a leading plastic foil and a re-construction by buying a sturdy tank. Tomorrow he is going to camp for 10 days and we will have to take care of the fish.
|First version - with a plastic foil|
|Second version, with a tub, still waiting for completion|
This keeps parents on their toes, and quilting is unfortunately more on the backburner than in the focus of attention. But I managed to progress my quilt for SAQA’s diaspora exhibition beyond the nibbling-stage, after which the final machine-able seams didn’t take very long.
Then I re-planned, or better: redesigned the text I will stitch on, and just now have returned from the printer where I had it printed to size. So this afternoon will probably – hopefully be spent tracing the letters onto avalon so I will be able to transfer the outlines onto the top.
And I received a very special Syrian Thank-you-'note'. One of the refugees is an upholsterer, and has repaired a chair of mine, which had a rip in the seating.
|taking off the old piece...|
Now it matches my great-great-grandfather's wing chair, because we could use a piece of leftover fabric from when the old chair was redone ten years ago.